Nov. 3rd, 2004
can't cry anymore
Nov. 3rd, 2004 05:59 amWe finally disbanded at 2:40 a.m. and you know, despite having been at the office for most of the night, I have no idea what's going to be in the paper tomorrow. There was Taco Bell, there was pizza, there was errant Halloween candy, there were ten of us in Sarah's office, a room no bigger than 11x10 feet, all glued to a tiny television and flipping between election projections.
Conclusions? Tom Brokaw has access to a very special stash of speed for looking as awake and unrumpled as he does approximately six hours past his bedtime, everyone should watch elections with Jasmine for the sound effects and indignant outbursts, CNN is our election authority with by far the fairest projections and most useful Web site, provisional votes are merely a formality, and we're a nation of a stupid, narrow-minded majority. Besides the assorted bans on gay marriage, a Florida amendment requiring minors to notify their parents if they've decided to get an abortion passed. Someone in the office suggested this necessitating lowering the voting age to 11, which sounds about in keeping with curtailing that particular liberty. You know, the one that attempts to tell me what I can do with my own body and life.
So many things that happened tonight make no sense to me. An ailing economy, a lie of a war, a disappearing middle class, a continued curtailing of civil liberties, and people are voting for this man because they trust him? To do what, make a mistake and be too stubborn to fix it, even if it means running the country into the ground? I'm still as mystified as ever as to the mindset of the Bush contingent. Nothing about their decision makes sense to me. Nothing.
Some idiot double-parked and blocked my car in. There was a girl smoking a cigarette in the parking lot who first offered to direct me backing out, which wasn't gonna happen, then to give me a ride to work when UPD said they'd come out "sometime tonight" to tow said offender. That was the singular bright spot in my day. No thanks to anyone who voted Republican for playing, and if you'll excuse me, there's apparently a test in Online Comm tomorrow afternoon. Fuck. Me.
Conclusions? Tom Brokaw has access to a very special stash of speed for looking as awake and unrumpled as he does approximately six hours past his bedtime, everyone should watch elections with Jasmine for the sound effects and indignant outbursts, CNN is our election authority with by far the fairest projections and most useful Web site, provisional votes are merely a formality, and we're a nation of a stupid, narrow-minded majority. Besides the assorted bans on gay marriage, a Florida amendment requiring minors to notify their parents if they've decided to get an abortion passed. Someone in the office suggested this necessitating lowering the voting age to 11, which sounds about in keeping with curtailing that particular liberty. You know, the one that attempts to tell me what I can do with my own body and life.
So many things that happened tonight make no sense to me. An ailing economy, a lie of a war, a disappearing middle class, a continued curtailing of civil liberties, and people are voting for this man because they trust him? To do what, make a mistake and be too stubborn to fix it, even if it means running the country into the ground? I'm still as mystified as ever as to the mindset of the Bush contingent. Nothing about their decision makes sense to me. Nothing.
Some idiot double-parked and blocked my car in. There was a girl smoking a cigarette in the parking lot who first offered to direct me backing out, which wasn't gonna happen, then to give me a ride to work when UPD said they'd come out "sometime tonight" to tow said offender. That was the singular bright spot in my day. No thanks to anyone who voted Republican for playing, and if you'll excuse me, there's apparently a test in Online Comm tomorrow afternoon. Fuck. Me.